Page 15 of His Little Cryptolite

She’s still gripping her shins, though not as tightly.

“Spread your petals, Baby girl. Like a flower in bloom. I want to scent your nectar before I devour it.” I opt for patience on this issue. Forcing her right now would not be in my best interest. I want her to trust me.

Though I’ve made it clear I will be a firm Papi, that doesn’t mean I will be cruel. I can scent trepidation wafting off of her. When she still had her panties and dress on, she didn’t feel quite as vulnerable. She was able to open for me, knowing that her pussy and tits were covered.

This is different. She’s naked now. Exposing herself takes trust. Trust I intend to earn.

I move my hands to her knees and lightly grip them. “I can smell your arousal, Little one. It’s mixed with nervous energy. You have my word I will not penetrate your pussy right now.”

Moving my hands to her biceps, I stroke them next. “Your skin is so pale…” My voice trails off. “You’re like an angel sent from the heavens.”

I smell the shift in her demeanor as she calms.

“I know you need to go potty, Baby girl. Let’s take care of that first. Can you spread your knees for me so I can slide a diaper under your bottom?”

“Are you still going to spank me?” she asks in her tiny voice.

“Yes, Little one. After you go pee-pee. If you don’t want me to put the diaper on you just yet, you can simply pee yourself without it. Your urine will soak into the pad beneath you.”

Her breath hitches.

“Your choice, Baby girl.”

Faced with two options she probably detests, I’m confident she will choose a diaper over peeing herself outright.

I smooth my palms up to cup her head on both sides, letting my thumbs graze her cheeks. “Deep breaths, Baby girl. Look into Papi’s eyes.”

When she meets my gaze, I continue, “That’s my good girl. You want to obey me. The urge is strong. Even if you hadn’t been submissive before tonight, you would be now. It’s natural. Your body is aligning with mine. Pleasing me will make you happy. Open for me, Little girl. Show Papi how pretty you are.”

An audible whimper escapes her lips as she finally releases her knees. She doesn’t drop her hands to her sides or bring them over her head where they belong. Instead, she slides her tiny palms to her breasts and covers them while she opens her knees.

“That’s my good girl.” I help guide her wider with my palms on her inner thighs.

She moans as her petals open. “Papi…” she pleads. I doubt she has any idea what she’s begging for.

Inhaling her scent deep into my lungs, I glide my thumbs to her core and tease the sides of her folds. She doesn’t know this, but I’ve never seen a naked female before. I’m one hundred thirty years old, and my mate is the first and only female I will ever be with.

Fuck, she’s perfection. The curls between her legs really are as blond as I expected. I can’t wait to rub my face against her pussy. But first things first. It’s not healthy for her to continue to hold her urine.

Her breasts are small, so small that she can almost cover them with her own tiny hands. I’m certain they are just as perfect as the rest of her. I decide to lighten the mood. “Are your nipples blue, Baby girl?”

Her brows furrow.

“Purple? Orange?” I continue.

She giggles. “No, Papi.”

“Then why are you hiding them?”

She licks her lips. “You won’t be able to pierce my titties, Papi. They’re too small.”

I press her legs open wider, forcing her knees into the mattress. She just used a very Little word for her nipples. I’m not sure she even realizes it. But I can add it to my growing vocabulary. “There’s no such thing as titties being too small, silly girl. They come in all sizes. Some Little girls have big breasts with large areolas and thick nipples. Other girls are the opposite with smaller breasts, dainty areolas, and precious tips. Everything about you is exactly right. I will worship your nipples no matter what size or color they are.”

“Papi…” she groans. “They’re just pink.”

“Are you sure?” I lift a brow. “Maybe you should show me.”

It takes her forever to ease her palms from her chest, but when they’re finally bare to my gaze, I’m the one licking my lips. “Stunning,” I murmur reverently. I was right. The tight little buds are the same pink as her lips. And I most definitely will worship them. Soon.